I’m not sure why G started getting me gnomes. I think it is because of our anniversary one year when he was going to be gone. He was playing rugby out of town and was pretty much going to be out of town the whole day. For whatever reason, I couldn’t go with him. The state of Oregon would sell stuff in lots on eBay and inspiration clearly struck as he was perusing one day. On there, one of the police departments was selling evidence – 18 garden gnomes. He bought them, sent a friend to get them from Salem, and made signs for them. When I walked outside, I found the gnomes lined up in the front yard wishing me a happy anniversary.
Since that day, I periodically get gnomes added to the group of criminal gnomes living in our yard. Before he left on his trip, a new one showed up on the mantle. He says this is the G-nome. He’s punny, isn’t he?